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I hope this doesn't feel too rushed. Amaria still have doubts and fears, things that she isn't ready to do yet but her relationship with Mightion is starting to get more defined and clear. (At least I hope so.)
Also, a bit of a announcement, even if I don't think its the appropriate word: I said that there were only 5-6 chapters left. This number is no longer valid, as I feel that I will write more than that. Discussing with some of you, I'm starting to wonder if I should end the story as I planned, meaning when Mightion and Amaria are settled, or if I should continue. I'm starting to get a few more ideas, so I think I'll will be going further than originally intended.
Catching up with Dragonflight would be hard, but also quite interesting. I do intend to follow the lore quite closely, but some things might change. Before reaching the dragon isles, there is the whole N'Zoth issue and more to explore about the black dragonflight, develop Amaria's place in Azeroth further alongside Mightion and just go out there. Amaria has barely seen anything yet from Azeroth, there is still so much for her to discover, so many people I want her to interact with such as Thrall with the Earthen Ring.
Give me your thoughts on this.
Special thanks to Terra1211 for his suggestions and ideas!
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Thank you for your patience and good reading.
Me and Mightion ended up staying together the whole afternoon, talking about ourselves and our different experiences, our likes and dislikes.
He was a bit more... lazy than I expected. Perhaps it wasn't the right word to describe him, but it was the only one that I found fitting. In his whole life, which was more than two and a half millennia, he actually didn't do much. He explained how, for centuries, he was simply content with spending years going from one cave to another in an attempt to evade the old gods minions and the other members of the black dragonflight. He had to fight a few times, but to me it felt like I nearly did more in twenty years of life than him. It wasn't a very nice thing to say so I remained quiet on that part. It didn't meant that Mightion was lazy, as he had the habit to solve his problems on his own. Only that he looked to never really had any goal in his life.
Eventually, we ended up discussing in more depth how we both suffered from the old gods.
I learned that the whispers I heard, Mightion had heard them too when he was younger, meaning thousands of years ago. He spent a long time trying to ignore them, until one day when he thought himself no longer capable of resisting their lies and promesses. That's what led him to sever his links with Azeroth, renouncing his sacred duty and the powers gifted to him in exchange of the peace and quiet he had been looking for. He lost most of his power and strength that day, leading him to live a life far away from the rest of dragonkind.
When he was captured by the old gods minions, Mightion figured that his attempt at hiding from them at been for naught. They had tormented him relentlessly, whispering sweet promises in his mind as well as physically harming him in an effort to break him. Had it not been for Wrathion's arrival, he would have fallen to the old gods long ago.
Talking about the whispers with him also relieved me of a small weight, and it felt good to talk about it with someone who had experienced the same troubles. Thankfully, neither of us had heard any whispers since the Shard of Light had been used on us, but we swore to never again try to hide it from others, the cost of such thing being far too high for both of us.
He also said that he was still missing his connection to Azeroth and I told him about my encounter with Neltharion's spirit in the Obsidian Dragonshrine. Mightion was now wishing for his powers back, aware that it would be necessary to fight the old gods and fulfil his duty as member of the black dragonflight once more. Some may have called him a coward for running away, for sacrificing his powers instead of fighting back, but I found it was hard to blame him. Alone against monsters like Deathwing, Nefarian or even N'zoth himself? It would have been suicide. I barely managed to hold on a couple of days with the old gods in my head and it took hundreds of years before he broke, showing his resolve and strength of mind. But he now swore to never do that again, to keep fighting until death if needed this time. Though he also assured me that he was trained into resisting the old gods, by his father who was also protected against the corruption. At least for a time since Mightion had to kill him when his family turned to madness.
This was a good start to go more in depth. I quickly got more comfortable around him as we talked, sharing our past and discussing our tastes and likes. To say it briefly, Mightion was a dragon of strength and actions, despise his lack of the latter in his life. If there was a problem, he would deal with it immediately and mostly through physical means. It didn't meant that he was a mindless brute, he was actually quite opened to talk things out if it was an available option, but he made it clear that he had no issue with killing if it meant removing the problem.
Passed that, he looked to be a kind, collected and smart dragon who also had the power and will to act upon his words. When I asked him about his feelings regarding the black dragonflight, he had already made his mind for a long time. He was certain that most of the dragons in our flight were doomed, far too gone into the corruption and now only serving the will of N'zoth and the old gods. I was surprised to learn that he met Deathwing once, not really in person as the Aspect of Death had been there to talk with Nefarian. That's how I learned that Mightion resided for a little while in Desolace as a few members of the black dragonflight used to gather there, away from the eyes of the other dragonflights.
Frankly, Mightion was very nice and didn't appeared disturbed in the least by my past, listening attentively and being quite curious about my previous world. It wasn't the magic or the many races, magical or not, that covered Earth that interested him. No, he was interested into the machines built by the muggles and their science, finding it both amusing and impressing that 'mere mortals' found ways to control the world they live in, like planes that were faster than anything else alive such as the Concorde or learning what light was made out.
There was just one small problem that I had to remind him a few times.
"Could you stop that?" I demanded starting to get frustrated.
"Am I being uncomfortable?" He asked trying to nuzzle me again.
"Not really, but its weird." I replied as I moved my head away from him.
"I'm only trying to get you used to it."
"Being all touchy is not my thing. You're really nice, but I never was a promiscuous person." I said. "I never got any love until I was a teenager and even then it was more out of friendship than affection, being despised by your family does this."
That shut him up and he relented his assault, simply standing next to me.
He made it very obvious that he was interested in me, and, as flattering as it was, I simply wasn't up for this. Even if it felt nice when he nuzzled me or hugged me with his wing. Which was the only thing I allowed him to do!
I got to see that dragons were a bit different with their approach of love than humans. Of course, Mother and Azuregos already taught me a lot about dragon's courting procedures and how dragons interacted with each others and I got to see it both proved correct and wrong. The latter was because where dragons usually courted each others in shows of power and strength, me and Mightion went completely without it. It was normally a quick thing, apparently dragons were capable to tell from such things who was a nice partner or not. And I got to experience this, thankfully not at the same scale and without a fight, later in the day when Mightion started to show little more dominants stances and behaviours, like nipping softly on my horns or pressing down on me slightly to show himself the strongest.
Which ended up with him getting punched in the face and whipped with by my tail, him only chuckling with an amused expression onto his face when I glared at him, secretly half enjoying this little play, preferring this to any sort of lust or sex related acts. It was a legitimate fear that remained in my mind. It lasted until I decided to humour him, resisting and struggling in a playful manner as we growled, scratched and pushed, both trying to prove our worth to the other with this little competition of strength. I guessed it was a thing that we would repeat over a few times in the future, little shows of affections like in most couples.
Once this little exciting moment had passed, I learned that he mated with two other dragoness before and got a few eggs with them, sadly all lost to the corruption of the old gods. It didn't really bothered me much and I felt a bit bad for all the children he lost but he himself was quite over it, saddened too but understanding that there was no way to save them from the old gods. How Wrathion found out that the Shard of Light could cure from the old gods corruption, I had no idea. He was obviously cunning and resourceful, but both me and Mightion were relieved to know that such an artefact existed and that it could be used to remove the corruption. Could it work on someone that had surrendered themselves to the old gods, or if that person had been corrupted ages ago, was still unknown. Mightion hadn't been fully corrupted when the staff was used on him and I had been forcefully corrupted for only a very short time, a presence in me controlling my body in my place.
The night was falling on the sanctum and we were still in there, both laying on our stomach with his left wing covered on my back and with the tip of our tails dipping in the lava, moving slowly and making small waves that quickly disappeared in the viscous liquid.
I would have loved to stay here a bit longer but I still had to talk with Mother, both about what she wanted to talk about earlier and what happened between me and Mightion, even if I was certain she already knew very well how it went. Sighing in content, happy with how it turned out and the fact that I now had a boyfriend.
"I need to go talk with my mother." I told him as I started to stand up.
"Do you wish for me to come?" He asked raising his own head.
"If it doesn't bother you, we could officialise things with her." I replied.
"It suits me." He said as he pushed himself on all fours.
"Then lets not make her wait any longer." I added, cracking my back a little bit.
We crossed the short distance between the lava pools and the portal, exiting on the other side and giving a nod of acknowledgement to the two guards before we started to soar through the air toward the top of the temple. Standing close to each other, we reached the large platform at the summit and I was surprised to find a large saddled bat waiting near the edge. It was very out of place but I ignored it and was happy to find my mother still there in her high-elven form and talking with a blue skinned troll with long white tusks, wearing a large pair of shoulder pads as well as a few other red pieces of armour on his torso, wrists and lower legs and nothing on his large two toed feet. Him and mother seemed to be in quite the friendly talk yet it was obviously quite animated.
"And I assure you that if it did happened, this must have been for a good reason." Said Mother sternly.
"I be agreein with ya, your majesty, but the Warchief, she won't be." Said the troll before turning toward me and Mightion, a growing expression of understanding falling on his face. "But maybe ya friend can help."
Mother turned toward us and smiled wildly, waving at us to come closer.
"Rokhan, may I introduce you my daughter Amaria and Mightion, both freshly freed from the old gods corruption." She introduced us.
I turned back into my human form and gave a smile at the troll that stood quite taller than me, a slight frown on his face.
"Its a pleasure to meet you, Rokhan." I greeted him with a nod.
Just then, Mightion took his mortal disguise too. I actually looked at the cloud of smoke and ashes vanishing quickly with rapt attention, this being the first time I would see him in his mortal form as I just realised that we hadn't talked about it. I was also a bit curious and slightly worried about his reaction about my own form, having said that he hated humans even if he was apparently fine with me being one.
Just as the smoke disappeared, I was faced with quite the man. Mightion was a two-meter ten tall blood-elf, with a slightly dark coloured skin, short black hair like almost every member of the black dragonflight that were tied in a short ponytail, a small yet sharply cut extended goatee, the defining and thin long ears of blood-elves, deep orange eyes that kept the slitted pupil and a rather small nose. He had a silver circlet with rubies on his head and wore a large armour set that showed off his muscles, deep black pieces of armour covered all of his body except for his face, a thick breast plate with a dragon engraved on it, massive gauntlets and greaves. Lastly, he had a large polearm on his back, a massive axe head at the top of a long handle from which fire was permanently exploding.
I was quite surprised by his appearance, and in slight awe in front of him, thankful that I had already introduced myself because I didn't felt like talking right now. He might not look like a human but it was close enough and since these were mere disguises I felt it didn't really matter. But, only basing myself on a regular level of beauty, he truly was quite handsome. And incredibly tall, even for a blood-elf, towering over me despise my standard human size.
"Greetings, Rokhan." Welcomed Mightion.
"Hello mon." Rokhan greeted back.
I kept my eyes on Mightion just a bit longer and I was certain that it was pretty obvious who I was staring at.
"Rokhan here comes to the warchief's request. A dozen of her riders were killed by a black dragon a few days ago and she asks if we know anything about it." Explained Mother as she glanced at me.
At first I frowned at that information, before I realised who she was talking about. I had forgotten that in my rush to bring the Earthing Balm to Mightion, I fought and killed several warriors of the Horde that were riding giant bats and flying lions. Even back then I had questioned my sanity when I came back to myself but didn't stopped to explain nor apologise. And I actually didn't feel like apologising, not fully at least.
"I fear that it was me." I stated.
"And why did you do dat? Da Warchief, she be askin' for your head." Replied Rokhan.
"They attacked me first." Was the first answer that came to my mind.
That got a raised eyebrow from Alexstrasza, but Rokhan didn't even seemed phased in the least.
"You don't look surprised." I remarked.
"Dat be because it was easy to guess. Sylvanas said dat a dragon attacked Orgrimmar when she be in Undercity. But I was here for many days and only once did da battle horns rang, for somethin' dat we never saw." He answered.
"Is there anything else you'd like to say daughter?" Continued Mother.
"Actually, yes. I was on my way back to the temple after a visit in Thunder Bluff that I was attacked by the Horde as I purposely flew far away from the city to not be attacked. Killing those who attacked me wasn't the best idea but I was being whispered by N'Zoth that it was a good idea, that they were putting themselves in my way. It doesn't excuse my actions and I regret killing them, but won't apologise. It was their decision to attack me." I said firmly.
Mother nodded at that.
"I agree." She started before turning to Rokhan. "Tell the Warchief that I am most displeased with her recent actions, both against my daughter and what she did at Undercity and Teldrassil. The Wyrmrest Accords will not join the war, but if another one of us is attacked on purpose by the Horde we will retaliate, no matter if it is with or without the Alliance."
"I be understandin' your majesty. Da Horde ain't a good place right now, Sylvanas be makin' bad choices for da Horde and I be listenin' friends dat consider her a threat. She be dividin' us, puttin' da Horde in danger." Replied Rokhan with sympathy.
"Good to hear that some of you are listening to reason. I wish you as safe way back, Rokhan." Said mother.
"Thank you, your majesty." He gave a short bow.
Walking back to the large bat, we watched him jump on its back before starting to fly down the tower, out of our sight in just a few seconds. Just like mother said, I was thankful to see that not all in the Horde seemed as bad as Sylvanas, but it had been the same when I met Baine in Thunder Bluff, the massive tauren striking me as a good person that simply looked far too different from the Warchief.
Looking back at Alexstrasza, she gave me a smile as she got closer.
"So daughter, is there anything you would like to tell me?" She asked even if there was no need to.
I looked at Mightion who was standing there quite silently, arms crossed which made him even more imposing to me. Just looking at his face required me to look far higher than usual but I didn't mind it. He did gave me a smile when I turned to him.
"Come on, you know already." I rolled my eyes.
"But its funnier like this." She said, her smile widening even more.
"Fine. I- me and Mightion are willing to be in a relationship. I don't know if I love him, he was a bit annoying at times, but this afternoon spent with him was very nice and he was opened and honest with me. I was very nervous at first but once I calmed down we got to talk and everything's fine." I told her.
She blew out a light and beautiful laugh at my answer, bringing a hand on her mouth briefly.
"You truly have no talent with words, my daughter. You only had to say 'I love him' and I would have understood." She laughed.
"That's the whole point! I'm not sure if I love him or even if we will go that far!" I replied embarrassed. I didn't wanted Mightion to think that I was rejecting him, because I wasn't, but I simply wasn't used to such level of affection and love.
"Perhaps it is you being so young that it is refreshing to us listening to one talking like this. Don't worry, your wisdom will only grow in time." Mightion reassured me. "And I will win your heart one day, I know this. I don't need the meddling of an exceedingly old, crazy octopus to have your love."
I looked blankly at him for a couple of seconds before sighing loudly.
"Okay fine, quit making fun of me." I rolled my eyes slightly annoyed and turned toward Mother. "Is there anything else you wanted to talk about?"
"Yes. While you arrived just in time for Rokhan, he wasn't why I asked to be with you. As you much as I want you to stay here and recover, Anduin has requested of me to send you to him as soon as possible." She responded.
"He isn't mad with me isn't he?" I asked worried.
"Don't worry, he has been very understanding of your situation." Replied Mightion. "I went to see him earlier and he asked about your well being, not because he wants to punish you or to apologise but he is simply concerned for you."
Well that wasn't too bad. Plus, it reminded me that I now had a debt toward Anduin and Stormwind.
"I thought you hated humans?" I raised an eyebrow as I realised just who he visited.
"I do. Doesn't mean I walk around growling at every human that pass." He replied slightly to my surprise. "Out of many humans I have met, Anduin is one of the most reasonable ones. He knows the mistakes and flaws of his people and acts on it. The rest of humanity..." He trailed off.
"I've been meaning to ask you about this, you said that humans were cruel and I don't remember what exactly, why is that? Because I know many species that are either worse or at least as bad as humans." I said, taking position for humanity.
His words on humanity simply couldn't be left unchallenged. After all I had to go through on earth, I got to see both the worst and the best of humanity. The horrors I've seen, the monsters I've met and the wars I fought on showed me that even if some people can turn into the worst, others can stand up and fight for what is right. Goblins were even greedier than humans and would be ready to fight to death for a single Knut and they were one of the only magical races tolerated by wizards, with the werewolves, vampires and other magical communities excluded. My knowledge of the muggle world wasn't perfect, but I knew enough to say that not a century ago, brave people fought and died to free the rest of the world from horror and tyranny.
There was good everywhere. And humanity was no exception.
"From what I've seen, they used to stand divided, fighting for paltry bits of lands, dying in hundreds for nothing. With time though, they learned to stand united. Turns out, it made things worse. Once they accepted other humans as a part of them, they turned toward the other races. This alliance? Its based on old lies and needs for protection, sometimes more from its own membres. The High-Elves were integrated, but I know of many humans who were again such a thing, addressing them as servants rather than allies. They joined the Horde when the humans abandoned them, not considering defending their capital Quel'Thalas worth it." Mightion explained in more detail, with a bit of undisguised disgust.
My knowledge of Azeroth's history wasn't complete enough for me to know if all he said was true or simply his opinion on humans, but I chose to take his words for the truth for now.
"You've been speaking of the past, and I know that people make mistakes and can act stupidly. But what of today? What do you think of humans today? Because not only did I used to be one, I've met great people among them. Or even simple people who had more wisdom than their leaders. You can't put them all in the same bag." I argued back.
"And I would agree with you, not all of them are lost causes or representative of their species. My conviction is based upon centuries of their actions and choices, I've seen from afar what they did with the world around them. I never found anything to be proud of in their actions. But today, I believe that they are getting better. A long road remains for humanity to become worthy, but they will get there." He continued unmoved.
I stood silent for a few seconds, a bit relieved to see that he wasn't that hateful against humans to not see the good in them. Yet, I had an thought that I really wanted to bring in.
"You speak of worthiness. Who do you think you are to decide who is worthy to live or die? Wasn't Deathwing sometimes saying this kind of supremacist stuff too?" I suggested.
It might have been a hit below the belt, but I felt it to be necessary.
Mightion frowned at me, visibly considering my words carefully.
"He was corrupted, not who he used to be." He countered.
"Perhaps, but even then, aren't all dragons putting themselves above anyone else? I'm not speaking of the duty to protect Azeroth or extremely long lifespans and powers, I'm talking about the way you all speak to 'mortals'. Just because the other races aren't as gifted as us doesn't mean that their place in this world is worth less." I said, having hear how dragons addressed other races far too many times.
Both he and Mother looked a bit shaken by that, and while I didn't said it to be mean, I knew that it was something they needed to hear. They never talked to me like that so I can't complain, but putting myself in anyone else's place when talking with dragons would certainly either vex me or anger me, feeling like I would be constantly remembered of how little I mattered.
"If you want to live with me, I think you'll have to change your view of other races. I'm not saying that I'm perfectly right, that my arguments can't be contradicted, just that you sound a bit too harsh and biased against humans for no real reasons. I'm sure that I can find as many flaws in any other races, for no one is perfect." I continued.
"You gave me a lot to think about." Mightion simply commented, looking quite thoughtful.
"Me as well. While I am aware of their importance in our world, I too do tend to diminish mort- other races too often." Mother barely managed to correct herself. "But let's change subject for now, we will have plenty of time later to discuss our philosophies."
"Fine. Should I go to Stormwind tomorrow?" I asked.
"If you feel up to it." Mother replied.
"I will come with you." Said Mightion, taking a step forward with a strong look in his eyes.
"You don't have to." I assured him, looking in his burning eyes as I could easily guess that he probably wouldn't like to be surrounded by humans.
"No, but I want to." He replied taking a step toward me, assurance flowing out of him.
"So, daughter?" Mother asked not hiding her smile.
"I will go tomorrow." I told her.
"Then you should go with Tyrygosa, she will take you back and forth and I know she wants to speak with you too. She has been unusually concerned." She added.
I snorted at that, well aware of how Tyrygosa truly thought.
"Yeah, right. Unusually." I commented.
"You seem in bright mood. I will retire to my sanctum, be sure to come to me if there's anything amiss." Mother said.
"Have a good night then, we'll see you tomorrow." I replied.
"Your Majesty." Nodded Mightion.
Mother stepped forward and grabbed me in a small hug, placing a hand behind my head.
"I am so relieved that you're alright. Please, rest as long as you need." She whispered.
"I will." I promised.
With that said, she changed back in her dragon form and flew out in the night sky, leaving me and Mightion alone. I looked up at him as he did the opposite, our gazes meeting each other. He offered a opened hand to me, which took me by surprise, and I hesitated for a moment, but I welcomed the gesture by grabbing it, offering a smile to him. He was trying hard to be nice after all.
"Shall we go back to our sanctum?" He asked.
"Yes."
We slowly walked toward the edge and transformed in our dragon forms, diving in the air and back down all the way to the portal of the sanctum. The sanctum was covered in the darkness of the night but it didn't meant much with the lava gathered everywhere, bringing a bright light everywhere that gave the place a feeling of unique beauty. Instead of stopping in front of the lava pools, we flew above it to reach the little island in the middle, Mightion landing first and turning toward me just as I landed too with the only difference being that I held my right claw slightly in the air because of the pain in my scar.
Without any word, Mightion walked up to me and nuzzled me, a low growl that was supposed to be a purr rumbling in his throat. I froze for a moment, thinking about pushing him back like I did before. But where the touch had been foreign and unwelcome before, it was starting to be comfortable. I chose to lean onto him and enjoying the feeling of our scales touching.
"Would you be comfortable enough to sleep with me?" Mightion asked me.
"Could you develop on that?" I asked slightly worried by where this might be going.
"Just sleeping next to each other. Nothing else." He replied kindly.
He move slightly past me and turned around, bringing a wing on my back as he lay down on the hardened lava, pressing down on me slightly as I lay down too. He started nuzzling me again, his bigger head against my smaller neck. I didn't reciprocated the movement but didn't stopped him, enjoying the moment.
"So, where did you used to live before being captured?" I asked curious and wanting to talk a bit.
"I left Desolace when I dissociated myself from our Flight. After that, it was a long time of going from one place to another without any goal other than to remain free and alive. I ended up in a cave in Loch Modan. Its where I spent most of the last four hundred years, prior to that I was hiding in the Alterac Mountains for a short while." He answered. "I guess you haven't found a place for yourself yet?"
Well, that might have been true once, but I had an idea in mind.
"I actually did. I went to Blackrock Mountain and it was completely empty of any living creatures. On the moment, it seemed like the perfect place to hide and calm down, I had just blew up on Anduin and Jaina and thought that I could use the place. I cleared the rubbles in the throne room and added a small bath of lava, hoping to make it my new home. That's when Wrathion found me and told me about you." I answered feeling a bit proud about what I did there.
That gobsmacked him for a second and I got a little laugh out of it.
"You claimed Blackrock Mountain?" Mightion simplified.
"If no one else came since then, then yes." I smugly said.
"Is this where you-" He started.
"Want to live? I think it would be better than the sanctum. Don't get me wrong, the lava here is just perfect and its a very relaxing place, but its not meant to live here. I did so because I was the only one inhabiting it, but even then it lacked most of the comfort I'm used to." I replied pressing my head under his.
"That is quite the palace." He smiled. "Would you allow me to live there with you?"
"I don't mind, the place is just so big that I will never have a use for all the rooms." I replied without really thinking about the problem.
"Perfect. I've heard so much of what Nefarian did in there, the horrors of his experiments to strengthen Deathwing's forces, the Firelord himself being summoned. It must be quite the place."
"We should go visit it tomorrow, after dealing with Anduin." I suggested.
"Yes. Can't let anyone steal it from us."
I laughed at that, happy that he shared my opinion.
We remained close the whole night, falling asleep not too long after that. I was happy, both from the day in general and how me and Mightion got together. It was a bit quick, that much was true, but his love appeared to be genuine and sincere where I was still quite hesitant yet truly feeling something for him. I wasn't in any hurry for our relationship to go any faster or further for now, his little shows of affection were nice but I definitely wasn't ready to cross the next step, which meant being more intimate. As I told him earlier, I didn't wanted to have children right now, nor in the near future. One day for sure, but maybe it wouldn't be with him.
There was also his obvious dislike of humans, but I was confident enough that I would be able to change his mind.
It was on these thoughts that sleep claimed me, bringing me to the dream realm as I relaxed in Mightion's embrace.